But tonight
I cross the line
Dear Mr Lonely how much could you know me
I could find lessons in life
Over and over, is it really over…

This song is so bloody addictive!

Lets Have A Toast To The Douchebags
Lets Have A Toast To The Ass Holes
Lets Have A Toast To The Scumbags
Every One Of Them That I Know
Lets Have A Toast To The Jerkoffs
That Willl Never Take Work Off
Baby I Got A Plan… Runaway Fast as you can.

When thro’ life unblest we rove,
Losing all that made life dear,
Should some notes we us’d to love,
In days of boyhood, meet our ear,
Oh! how welcome breathes the strain!
Wakening thoughts that long have slept!
Kindling former smiles again
In faded eyes that long have wept.

Like the gale, that sighs along
Beds of oriental flowers,
Is the grateful breath of song,
That once was heard in happier hours;
Fill’d with balm, the gale sighs on,
Though the flowers have sunk in death;
So, when pleasure’s dream is gone,
Its memory lives in Music’s breath.

Music! oh how faint, how weak,
Language fades before thy spell!
Why should Feeling ever speak,
When thou canst breathe her soul so well?
Friendship’s balmy words may feign,
Love’s are ev’n more false than they;
Oh! ‘tis only Music’s strain
Can sweetly soothe, and not betray!

My friend sent this to me just over a week ago. Naturally I used the last paragraph as an opening to rant about love and friendship.

This poem is beautiful. And I should tell you that if we spent more time, I would talk less and feel more. I know I am full of words, but right now its all I’ve got. Thomas Moore is right about at least one thing… Why should feelings ever speak?

Mother, it’s cold here
Father, thy will be done
Thunder and lightning are crashing down
They got me on the run
Direct me to the sun
Redemption, keep my covers clean tonight
Baby, we can start again

Only the young can break away, break away
Lost when the wind blows, on your own
Only the young can break away, break away
Lost when the wind blows, on your own

Please forgive me. I suddenly get the hype.